Trafford’s Trading Club

“Wait... wait, I can't run anymore. ”

Song Er's asthma was like a cow. He held his knee at this moment and had to stop. The serial kick almost depleted his true strength, and the journey took his life and squeezed his strength almost clean.

Song San had to roll his white eyes. “When you normally output wildly to women, you don't see that you say enough, not enough, not enough qi...”

“Go... go, go..." Song Er punched Song Sang with his fist and said: “Then the dry corpse won't catch up, will it? ”

“Hard to say.” Song Er's face at this time is serious: “I'm afraid he's not at all afraid that we can escape, he's just going to suck everyone on hand first and let us go last... strangely, why is this road blocked? ”

Song San looked forward and found that this was not a complete wall, but a broken boulder blocked the road, "Ah, the big sign is right in this direction... the mark disappeared here, ah, probably on the other side. Shit, it's not like Da's blocking the road, is it? Isn't that us? ”

“Bullshit, Dai is such a person.” Song Er shook his head, then put his ears on the stone and started knocking.

He wanted to see if there were any weaknesses, wait for some strength to be restored before attacking with weaknesses and breaking this deadly path.

Unexpectedly, Song Er's ears had just been affixed to a complete stone, and suddenly a loud noise was heard. Then the messy stone wall in front of him blew up.

As a result, Song Er and Song San were both stoned to the ground. The two of them were amazed to see a small hole in the rock wall... and at this point, something was slowly drilling out of it.

It's Song Da!

“Da!” Song Er Song san hurried forward and pulled Song Da out.

After Song Da came out, he was covered in wounds, and the dense numbness on his chest was all a cut with a sharp instrument - this wound would have been reported to King Yanlao if it had not been for a man like Da who practiced his kung fu very high.

“Da, what are you... what's wrong?” Song Er hurried forward and took out some powdered stuff and started spraying it on Song Da's wound to stop his bleeding.

“Stop it, you guys, look at this!” Song Da snuck his hand into that punched hole and pulled out what it looked like.

Soon, Song Da actually pulled a head out of it —— Mrs. Eve's head.

“I trapped this old witch in the middle of a fight.” Da sucked on the cool air and only felt like putting powder on every wound to take away the rest of his old life. It hurts.

“If it weren't for my wit, blocking the road forward and backward, this old witch wouldn't be able to make it as fast as she deserves, and now it's definitely me lying down!” Song Daxin said with some palpitation.

Song Er and Song San naturally know how dangerous it is to fight these bloodsucking monsters - but Song Da can actually do one of them, which is unexpected for both of them.

The three of them exchanged information, each of them knew what happened later, and felt sincerely happy that Song Er Song San was able to escape the birth day three times and four times, so he was very happy: “Turns out there is also a superdry corpse here! I should have called the other side! ”

Yeah, so you don't have to face that dry corpse. Song Er and Song Sang are both sorry for Song Da, but there's always something wrong.

“By the way, Daddy, do you still have the strength to get through the other side? That way we can't get out.” Song Ermanhuai looked forward to asking.

“I don't even have the strength to move my fingers now.” Song Da shook his head.

“So?” Song San glared.

“So you guys are talking about superdry corpses.” Song Da took a sip of cool air.

Song Er stood up and grabbed his hair and shouted: “Eighteen years later, he's a good man again! Dae-san, we'll be brothers in the next life... fuck you, you idiot! You'll die if you stay strong!! You killed me this time!!! What to do!!”

The other two brothers raised their middle fingers at the same time towards Song Er.

“Let's find somewhere to hide.” Song Da finally proposed helplessly, “When I first came here, I saw an alternate passage, but I didn't know where it was going, in case I ran into a zombie... how about a bet? ”

“Fuck! Strike, bike to bike!” Song Er suddenly bit his teeth.

……

……

Even three werewolves are not rivals of Viscount Fernandis. Even Viscount Fernandis had just woken up from his sleep, and the anthropology of sucking was not enough to awaken him to the full force of his sleep.

The slaughterhouse concentrated on Viscount Fernandis' strength, and his heart was secretly nervous, “I didn't expect this old monster to wake up after more than 300 years of sleep, so much more powerful than the ordinary five generations. The Fenandis have been the most likely to hit the fourth or even third generation of guys for centuries. ”

Thinking about it, Tutsenyi's palm rolled up, a long patterned blood sword slowly spit out of his palm, and while one of the zombie werewolves held Viscount Fernandis in his arms, he joined the battlefield deceitfully.

Thetasir was trying to stop it, but at this moment, the stationary corpses suddenly moved.

Their actions are not as rapid, but they are outnumbered, followed by a lot of distress to Hitachir - not indestructible, but overwhelming.

Plus, in this narrow space, using a wide range of attacks can only erroneously injure one's side.

But just as the blood whip on Thetasir's hand swept away a bunch of zombies, Thetasir saw a guy for him, like a nightmare.

Rocciu!

Behind Rocchu, with the moon and Elizabeth with a sad face.

Thetasir's body suddenly got a little stiff because he couldn't figure out whether Lochu came looking for him or just happened to come to this place - this cellar maze, after all, was too unfriendly for outsiders.

He remembered the power of Lochuna and his fear when he was powerless… However, he quickly suppressed the fear, as the most powerful vampires of the Fernandis were around.

Hitachir felt he could be at this point in time, even with some other thoughts. His eyes, instantly hesitated like snakes.

……

Liar, liar, liar.

Zhong Xiaoyue thought of many cursing words, but she could really think of them, and cursing them more smoothly, was the word "liar" —— of course, she cursed them in her heart.

Didn't this guy say it would be safe to follow him, and nothing would happen?

What's going on up ahead?

How many giant werewolve monsters and gambling gods are joining forces to attack a monster that looks like it's been peeled, leaving only muscle tissue? And this creature seemed to beat the god of gambling so easily that he could avoid it all the time?

And all around those biting zombie armies!

She shouldn't have followed this guy -- though, she didn't have a better choice.

“How come this guy looks at you like a priest trying to molest a child? Is he a pervert?” The moon went down and frowned - of course, speaking like this, it was just a small response to the current situation.

“Well, he's a pervert indeed.” But Lochu nodded very directly.

The clock fell on the moon and turned his eyes. At this moment, he was just thinking about how to escape. He didn't have time to nag Lo Qiu about something. Elizabeth caught sight of Hitachir and subconsciously grabbed Rochu's sleeve.

“What, you seem scared of him?” Lochu turned to ask.

Elizabeth lowered her head in awkwardness, shouting, "He... he used to sell my pure blood, so he was close to my house. ”

Lochu nodded with a thought.

Elizabeth hastily said, "But I don't have much communication with him. It is because the pure blood supplied to me by the Thirteen clans has been scarce and insufficient for me. If there's no way, Grandpa can only find Hitachir, a dark businessman with pure blood channels… but we're just doing business between us. Grandpa, he... he..."

Elizabeth finally didn't say anything.

At this point in the moon, the bell raised its ears and listened to what Elizabeth had said to the fullest.

Thirteen clans, dark businessmen... pure blood?

Seeing Hitachir came slowly at this point.

He escaped from the zombies, accompanied by an attack, and easily crossed the zombie colony, just a few metres away from the Lochu side.

“My dear friend, we meet again. Have you missed me?” Thetasir asked in a distorted voice.

Luo Qiu suddenly reached out his hand and then retrieved some, then measured his palm, and finally just shook his head, saying something that no one could understand, "Almost? ”

“What did you say?” The moon came up and whispered, “Do you and this guy look familiar? ”

“I think that would be a terrible thing.” Lochu shook his head quickly.

Thetasir looked at Elizabeth, and then the moon went down, and finally he looked at Rocchu, and he smiled, "Rocchu, you're not here to help the slaughter, are you? ”

“I have no reason to help him at this time.” Rochu shook his head: "I was just going to take Elizabeth to where Mr. Ammonster passed away, because she had this right. ”

“Ammonster?” If Thetasir nods his head somewhere, "unfortunately, Ammonster was also a beautiful man when he was young... what an unforgettable smell. ”

“Thetasir, please, please stop!” Elizabeth looked a little excited - but she was still polite.

“Sorry, my Elizabeth.” Thetasir smiled slightly, turning: “Rochu, if you just want to go over there, will you wait for us to take care of things here? ”

“Whatever.” Lochu nodded.

Thetasir dropped a soothing look on him, and then he slipped into the zombie colony. And the moon was finally relieved, because in her opinion, at least Rochu and this guy had agreed on something.

It's just that it makes Chung more curious about the identity of Kirokyu in the moon's heart... how he can make these vampires such comity.

And then there's Tutsenyi... Isn't he the god of gambling? Since when are zombies involved with vampires?

When I was thinking about myself, the moon suddenly felt a kind of grief inside me. She didn't know where the grief was coming from, as if she had lost a very important person for a moment.

She touched her eyes subconsciously. Tears didn't know when she was

And at this point, a corpse werewolf was punched in the face by Viscount Fernandez —— now Viscount Fernandez is no longer just a muscular appearance, but a pale skin.

He was about thirty-five years old and had a gloomy feeling, but overall he was very handsome.

He slowly landed on the floor, wearing a black cloak, revealing an evil smile. At this point, Viscount Fernandis twisted his neck and was slightly excited: “Fighting is the quickest way to wake up the body... slaughter, isn't it? You and your experiments, thanks a lot. Are you sure you don't want to consider my offer? I admire your talent, and although you are a bereavement, I can accept you as long as you bear my blood for your reasons. ”

“That's a lot of bullshit.” Slaughter Shenyi snorted coldly, and the patterned bloody sword on his hand changed from one to two.

He held both swords, each spread apart, slightly lowered his head, but looked forward, and there was a terrible momentum rising wildly.

Viscount Fernandis shook his head and suddenly said: "There is one thing you are wrong about. And that is, I'm not the Fernandis family that finally expects to be the fourth generation. I am… have become the fourth generation! ”

Behind Fernandis, a blood gust gushed out!

Bleeding out, hesitating at this moment with a pair of bloody wings.

At this moment, the zombie werewolf around Shen Yi suddenly burst out, while the Shen Yi suddenly only took the middle, leaving Viscount Fernandis with no escape.

“Four generations of power, how would you know.” Viscount Fernandis shook his head and just waved his hands in a swift fashion, painting a vain line with the two werewolves in the slaughter sense!

Just for a moment, the undeterred zombie werewolf fell on the ground, cutting his body like a high-pressure water gun, cutting it into neat pieces.

Slaughter Shenyi resisted with his two swords in front of him at this moment, but it was just a moment before his body flied out - above the sword blade of the long patterned blood sword, more than a few gaps appeared.

Viscount Fernandis leaned forward at this moment, rushing out in an instant, grasping the slaughterhouse sense that had not yet landed, at an extremely fast speed.

His palms directly pinched the head of the slaughterhouse and raised his entire body. As a fourth-generation vampire, Viscount Fernandis has countless perceptions better than Hitachir.

“You and Hitachir are supposed to be in the same generation, but in my opinion, you are much better than my unfortunate descendants, both in terms of combat awareness and temperament. I give you one last chance to accept my blood and be my descendant! ”

But at this time, Tu Shenyi suddenly loosened his sword's hands and let the long sword fall directly to the ground, as if he had no intention of resisting.

Viscount Fernandis suddenly grunted, but grabbed the head of Tutsenyi and threw him hard against the wall.

Tu Shenyi fell from the wall, sat on the ground, lowered his head and did not lift up.

Viscount Fernandis snorted coldly at this moment, "How dare you pray for death? You think you can escape my senses? ”

Tutsenyi still seemed immobile… In the distance, Lochu's eyes grew brighter.

“You're not Tutsenyi, who are you?” Viscount Fernandis waved his hand and a bloody claw mark flew out instantly.

It tore the mask of the slaughter and tore off his disguise.

Dropped white hair, fine five officials, it was like the heavens had carved out, beautiful suffocating look, but the eyes were colorless, as if they were dead.

“This woman, I've seen...” Zhong spoke out at this point in the moon: “In the study of Tutsenyi, the woman in the painting... what's going on? ”

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